18. There is an easy way of reconciling malcontents-Sunt verba et voces quibus hunc lenire dolorem, etc.

19. A good groom will rather stroke than strike.

20. He who saith, there is no such thing as an honest man, you may be sure is himself a knave.

21. I have no opinion of your bumper-patriots. Some eat, some drink, some quarrel for their country. MODERN PATRIOTISM!

22. Ibycus is a carking, griping, close-fisted fellow. It is odds that Ibycus is not a patriot.

23. We are not to think every clamorous haranguer, or every splenetic repiner against a court, is therefore a patriot.

24. A patriot is one who heartily wisheth the public prosperity, and doth not only wish, but also study and endeavor to promote it.

25. Gamesters, rakes, fops, bullies, stock-jobbers: alas! what patriots! 26. Some writers have thought it impossible that men should be brought to laugh at public spirit. Yet this hath been done in the present age.

27. The patriot aims at his private good in the public. The knave makes the public subservient to his private interest. The former considers himself as part of a whole, the latter considers himself as the whole.

28. There is and ever will be a natural strife between court and country. The one will get as much, and the other give as little, as it can. How must the patriot behave himself?

29. He gives the necessary. If he gives more, it is with a view of gaining more to his country.

30. A patriot will never barter the public money for his private gain. 31. Moral evil is never to be committed; physical evil may be incurred, either to avoid a greater evil, or to procure a good.

32. Where the heart is right, there is true patriotism.

33. In your man of business, it is easier to meet with a good head than a good heart.

34. A patriot will admit there may be honest men, and that honest men may differ.

35. He that always blames, or always praises, is no patriot.

36. Were all sweet and sneaking courtiers, or were all sour malcontents;

in either case the public would thrive but ill.

37. A patriot would hardly wish there was no contrast in the state.

38. Ferments of the worst kind succeed to perfect inaction.

39. A man rages, rails, and raves; I suspect his patriotism.

40. The fawning courtier and the surly squire often mean the same thing, each his own interest.

41. A patriot will esteem no man for being of his party.

42. The factious man is apt to mistake himself for a patriot.

MEMOIRS OF JAMES GORDON BENNETT AND HIS TIMES.*

"I care for no man's friendship, or enmity. If I can not stand on my own merits, let me fall.-New-York Herald.

OUR object in taking up this volume is scarcely that which our general readers might suppose. Knowing our consummate ability in skinning the living carcase of either friend or enemy, from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, as well as our general subsequent readiness to hang up the aforesaid writhing lump of raw flesh, and scourge it with nettles into a due regard for propriety—be it observed that we are speaking in a figurative and mental manner, for physically we confess ourselves to be of the mildest and most sugary portion of humanity they might possibly imagine that we should be disposed in the present instance to skin and scourge James Gordon Bennett. The skinning and scourging, be it observable, to be visited upon him for the numerous political sommersaults and tergiversations which he has executed, for the affixing of his many pleasant nicknames to his political opponents (Democrat as well as Whig) for his having affected an autocratic position upon the New-York press, and many other journalistic sins que nunc-but we disown our school memories, will forget the Latin grammar, and talk plain English-which it would now cost us time, trouble, paper, and pen and ink to catalogue.

Therefore do we, in our mercy, forget all these sins of James Gordon Bennett, and shall simply look at this book as conveying a singular lesson to all men of talent, saying with himself

*Memoirs of James Gordon Bennett and his Times. By a Journalist. Stringer and Townsend. New-York. 1855.

in the quotation we have prefaced to this article-" We care for no man's enmity."

He came to this country a mere boy, and landed at Halifax, in the Canadas. In the summer of 1819, he was in the territory of Maine, which did not become a State until the 3d of March, 1820. He had made his way as far as Portland, and from this point he embarked for Boston. Here his experience of life in the New World, as it is still called, was as severe as could well be imagined.

He knew no one there, and being soon entirely without money or employment, knew not what course to pursue. He made several desperate struggles to find employment suited to his capacity, but his youth and his being a stranger, operated unfavorably for him.

One day he was walking on the Common, despairing almost of all hope, and complaining alike of the callousness of the world and the severity of Providence. He had had no food for two days, and knew of no means by which he could procure any, without becoming a mendicant. In this dilemma, as he paced the ground and debated with himself on the mysterious ways of Providence, he thought that if there is a ruling Power in the universe, surely it is strange that those who are willing to work should hunger. In this mood, as he propounded the serious question to himself, "How shall I feed myself?"—he saw upon the ground something that seemed to look at him directly in the face. He started back-paused—and having recovered from his surprise, picked up a York shilling! This gave him courage. It appeared to be a special gift of the moment, at once rebuking his complaints and encouraging him to persevere. He treated it as a good omen; for having obtained something to eat, he at once went to work in earnest for employment.

This story we believe. It is one of the singular incidents which attend the youth of many, although scarcely remembered by those, whose fortune in the world does not call their attention strongly to those hints which are scattered around or amongst their early days. We have heard of one such which occurred to Crawshay, the iron-founder, whose residence now belongs to his second son, his eldest having been disinherited by the deceased parent, that is to say, pushed into the world with some such trumpery bequest as eight or ten thousand pounds sterling per annum. Would that we had such a father, to disinherit us in like manner.

Crawshay had run from home and come up to London. There, the boy had spent his last penny and beheld starvation in the face. As he passed by Temple Bar, he picked up six

pence. This found him a breakfast. His courage revived, and he again sought a situation. On the same day he was engaged to sweep out the shop and run on errands, by a tinman! That boy died worth a million! He owned a princely dwelling-Cyfarthe Castle-in South-Wales, and had, as we have already mentioned, the satisfaction of disinheriting his eldest son.

We need not, however, nor have we space to dwell upon the various incidents which attended Mr. Bennett's early career in this country. Suffice it, that he was led here for a determinate purpose. This was to create an independent journalism. We do not for a moment imagine, that without him we should not have succeeded in establishing one. Every thing in life is appointed and wrought out by Providence. If he had failed in the attempt, another would have been found equally or more capable of fulfilling the task. He has however done it. And conscientiously, we regard the disowning him by those whom he had politically served in no common degree, as a necessary agent to force him upon the task which had been mapped out for him.

Very much is there in his line of conduct which we are conscientiously unable to approve. But on the other hand, much is there to which we are obliged to award decisive praise-far more than we could, conscientiously, offer other journalists whose opinions have as often clashed with those which we entertain.

Neither, may we candidly say, do we regard those blots which have been urged against his early character, as a journalist, as in any degree worse than the kin blemishes which may reasonably be fixed upon such men as were at the time engaged in editing some of the older journals against whose influence the New-York Herald was at first started. At this time the condition of journalism was decidedly low. Such a paper as the Herald or the Tribune now is, had it been then started, could not have lived for a period of four weeks unless it had been backed by a large amount of capital. Personality of the grossest kind was the staple change of journalism, and he who would not indulge in it, was forced to succumb under the necessities of his position.

At such a period of unredeemed-but not unredeemablelicentiousness in the press of New-York, was it that Mr. Bennett first embarked upon his career as an independent journalist. Had any other man preceded him, that man would have had to bear with all the abuse and support all the obloquy which has been so consistently heaped upon him. Yet we may be